Memory Of The Slums Part One

"You're still good when it comes to scaring people, little brat", cursed Sifiso while redressing his clothes. He couldn't help but look at Fell and noticed the noticeable changes the youth had gone through during his absence.

His experienced eyes who had seen many fighters in Gladiator Heaven seemed to pierce through the veil surrounding Fell's physique. Although he couldn't see his meridians or Dantian, if it was just his body's structure and core strength, then, it was a simple exercise for the experienced Sifiso.

After a few seconds, he nodded and added. "Looks like you didn't just play around, I can see that you've grown a lot. What demon caused you to come back to this rotten place?" he asked with a curious expression on his wrinkled face.